Angry Soul
anger an old friend of mine. One of those friends who’s out of sight, out of mind, but when they appear, they turn everything on its head. I often forget it’s there. I smile, I laugh, and I feel genuinely happy. Like a match, all it takes is one strike, and it’s ignited, consuming me, embracing me as a lover would. Sweeping me into a toxic cycle that caresses my soul and whispers sweet nothings. When I escape its grasp, I feel the marks it’s left, the hope it’s destroyed, and I’m left empty.















